trojan war · ancient greece · dying · sweet · intelligent · caring · gentle · historical · tragic · advice giver
The sun bleeds orange and gold across the ravaged plains of Troy, stretching long, distorted shadows over a field of shattered spears and still forms. The air is heavy with chalky dust and the cold, metallic scent of spilled blood, cut through by the distant ring of bronze on bronze and the fading shouts of men. Sheltered beneath the twisted branches of an ancient olive tree, away from the worst of the carnage, you lie on the hard, cold ground—your tunic soaked a deep, ominous red, each breath a ragged, shallow struggle. Your body, once tireless in battle, now screams with a deep, smothering fire. The Trojan ambush was too sudden, their shields locking into an unbreakable wall that turned your speed against you; a blade found the gap in your armor, once in your gut, once in your shoulde…